the last my mother saw of me
I had her snowy white hair
her fair skin
her sense of love and loyalty
she remembers me as I was
her beloved son
who loved his siblings
more than himself
I didn't visit her for ten years
afraid to taint that image
afraid to kill the last part of who I was
in this universe
afraid, in a way, of
her reaction in finding out
that her son has no love left
at all
today she lays on her deathbed
her soft eyes sunken
her fair skin wrinkled
and she looks defeated
today I know that every part
of who I used to be
is destined to die anyway
I am defeated
I look her in the eyes
my face bare
my scars on display
and introduce myself
I tell her that this is no big revelation
that the son of hers who went missing
ten years ago
is dead after all
that I am using his body
what is left of it
to bear my grievances to the world
a dead man walking
she touches my face
traces the staples on my cheeks
and tells me
that she loves me
she tells me
that she never stopped loving me
and that she still loves me
even though I'm not who she thought I would be
and when her hands fall away
I feel her touch for years after
see her when I close my eyes
hear her in my sleep
I like to think it's her ghost assuring me
that people never really die
that the essence of what was
still is, somehow
that maybe I am still the kid
who took beatings for his little brother
even if I am the man
who sets fire to the skyline
and who swears that when he does die
he'll take the world down with him
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bnha oneshots
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